Enchanted || 5sauce

Chapter Two

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Two years later

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I jolted awake, his name leaving my lips instantly. It'd been two years since he'd left me, two years without my best friend, two years without Luke Hemmings.

I sighed, laying back down in my bed. It had been another one of those dreams, the ones where I knew he was leaving me, and I managed to ask him why he wouldn't tell me. But before he'd answered, I always ended up being pulled, unwillingly, back into consciousness. They sucked, but they were miles better than the ones where I didn't know he was going, much like reality. 

Even though it was two years ago, him leaving still haunted me. Being alone does that to you. 

Someone new moved into Luke's house, and I hated them instantly. That meant I could no longer sneak into Luke's old room when I couldn't sleep, and talk to his bare walls. Despite this, I managed to sneak into our old tree house one more time before they officially moved in, reliving all the memories and this time accepting that I was never going to see him again.

In there I found various other CDs, notes, and little reminders of us that he'd left. I began to savour each one, hanging off every word he'd wrote, every word the artists sang, everything he'd left behind for me. All of them were dated, so I knew when he wrote them, and this made me feel amazing, but sad. He knew it was going to happen a while ago, the dates went back to at least three months before the move. 

The notes were my favourite things he'd left. They were long and detailed, and never failed to make my heart flutter. When I read them I could imagine his mouth forming every word, every "I'll miss you," "I love you," and "I wont forget you," was like a little reminder of him, and I knew that I'd be okay without him. 

It was like although there was zero chance of me ever seeing him again, he was always with me. And that was a good thing. I hoped. He was my best friend, and my only friend. Once a loner kid, always a loner kid. 

Maybe I was thinking too much into this whole situation. Maybe I should let him go, this whole thing was stupid. It was two years ago, I'm sure even he's forgotten me. But I desperately needed him to remember me. Even if it was just as his loner friend from England, I would be content and happy with that. 

I shook my head, willing all thoughts of Luke Hemmings out of my mind. That was then, this is now. I need to stop dwelling on it. 

A small smile formed on my mouth as I came back to reality and realised what today was. It's the last day of school, and therefore my last day in England. The second that bell went, signalling that bell went, signalling the end of the school day, I was racing home, getting my bags, saying goodbye to my family, and going. And that would be that. Goodbye, England, and hello Australia.

My mum wasn't very supportive of my plan, she saw it as me just holding onto the past and going to find Luke, which I'll admit, it partly was, but it was mainly for me. Heather found it romantic, like one of those cheesey rom-coms, I was going there to confess my love for Luke. But that, too, wasn't it. I was going for my pleasure.

Luke had told me so much about Australia that I just had to go there myself, and see the country in all is beauty with my own eyes, and now I was. This was my only opportunity, and I was going to take it no matter what. 

Everything was set, I had an apartment there, and I was ensured a place at the local college, all I needed to do was get through the school day, pack my bags, and go.

So that's what I did

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I'm sorry this one was a bit dull, I'm getting there, I promise.

This was originally going to be longer, but I decided to break it up into two chapters, instead of one long filler. You'll thank me later. Maybe. Idk.

In the next one she meets people, o0o0o0o0o.